A centaur from the waist up.

In the anxious final moments before I leave Cheesburg, I feel that I should set to paper some goals for the upcoming months, lest I eat popcorn all day long by the window in my room watching sheep go by for three months straight.

Bread Loaf Goals

Don't get sick(er).

Attempt a sober BL

Take more walks

Swim in the lake

Get to know more folks on staff + at the conference

Eat less of the industrial food / stay low-glycemic/carb

Try to sleep

Make new writer friends (for life)

Don't get tired

Iceland Goals

make at least 1:

tapestry

woven thing on a loom with more than 4 harnesses

felted object

produce new version of manuscript

read more than 3 books of prose

take a walk or do pilates every day

don't waste time feeling lonely

attempt to eat one nice meal/snack a day

ride a pony!

herd sheep

visit as many natural pools as possible

witness aurora borealis

Now I'm getting homesick, but I haven't left yet. I'm going to miss my pack so much.